As we begin games this next week lets keep things in perspective. We are all at the best ball park in Iowa for the same reason, the kids, right? We wish each of the teams the best of success this season. (Author is former All-American basketball player at UCLA for legendary coach John Wooden.) The Game of Life Swen Nater The Little League game was about to begin, On a perfectly, wonderful day. One team sprinted out, With a spirited shout, For the boys were excited to play. As their coach saw the field, with his players in place, A vision took over his sight. Each Little League lad Grew the age of a dad, Complete with the beard and the height. His pitcher, an artist, poised to create On a canvas awaiting and bare. His stroke on the ball Made it spin and then fall When it curved and it carved through the air. His catcher, a general, positioned in place, Was leading the rest of the pack. On his signal and sign, They joined to combine, With a quick and successful attack. His shortstop, a surgeon, whose quickness and skill, When it seemed like death cast the fate, On the double, he caught, What the grave almost got, And threw lifelessness out at the plate. His outfield consisted of no lesser men: Three statesmen with not one reproach. On third was a preacher, And on second, a teacher, On first was a Little League coach. As the vision grew fainter, he sobered and thought. The epiphany cut like a knife. Baseball was more Than a game and a score; He was coaching the game of life.
Posted on: Fri, 28 Mar 2014 01:36:36 +0000
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